You see that boy over there with the bleached blond, shaggy, surfer hair? That’s Peter. He’s got one of those smiles that make all the girls go wild. You know the one. Where almost every girl faints when they see him, and they’re all obsessed with him; talking about him every day and night. It’s disgustingly obsessive. Yeah, I’m not one of those girls. In fact, I don’t really like Peter very much at all. He’s always been a little too much of a snob for me. I’d rather be with “Harry The Loner”, or heck, I’d even take “Christian The Booger Man” over Peter. Those guys may not be the coolest, most popular guys around, but at least they’ve got character. They have a real personality. They have soul. They are guys you can actually talk to and get to know; not the kind that just stares at you in the halls and sweet talks you till you fall for him so that he can have the satisfaction of doing shit with you that he can later go brag about to all his doorknob dumb friends.